My harmonious wall by Jacqui Heath

My harmonious wall by Jacqui Heath https://padlet.com/jacquiheath/6ql1zg05c0xjswgk Made with the best of intentions en-us 2020-04-23 09:11:45 UTC 2020-05-11 10:50:20 UTC hello@padlet.com 𝓔𝓮𝓼𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓯 🐱‍👤 https://padlet.com/jacquiheath/6ql1zg05c0xjswgk/wish/564451275 Round and round and round I go, like an old pair of socks in a giant washing machine. I am thrown against chairs and tables and plant pots and parasols. Thwack! A heavy cocktail glass falls from the bar and strikes me on the head. Blood fills my eye. I cannot see. Frantically, I thrash my arms and legs about trying to reach the palm tree I can just make out to my left. My finger tips brush against the tree trunk and I struggle to grab hold of it. Then I am caught up in the spin cycle again. Round and round and round I go, scraping against walls and steps and sun-beds and broken bottles. I cannot possibly survive this...]]> 2020-05-11 10:24:54 UTC https://padlet.com/jacquiheath/6ql1zg05c0xjswgk/wish/564451275 mohammed - Round and round and round I go, like an old pair of socks in a giant washing machine. I am thrown against: chairs and tables and plant pots and parasols thwack a heavy cocktail glass falls from the bar and strikes me on the head. Blood fills my eye and I cannot see, frantically I thrash my arms and legs about trying to reach the palm tree. I can just make out to my left my finger tips brush against the tree trunk, I struggle to grab hold of it then I am caught up in the spin cycle again: round and round and round I go, scraping against walls and steps and sun-beds and broken bottles, I cannot possibly survive this. https://padlet.com/jacquiheath/6ql1zg05c0xjswgk/wish/564457143 2020-05-11 10:27:45 UTC https://padlet.com/jacquiheath/6ql1zg05c0xjswgk/wish/564457143 Omar😋: Round and round and round I go like an old pair of socks in a giant washing machine. I am thrown against chairs and tables and plant pots and parasols. Thwack! A heavy cocktail glass falls from the bar and strikes me on the head. Blood fills my eye. I cannot see. Frantically, I thrash my arms and legs about trying to reach the palm tree. I can just make out to my left: my finger tips brush against the tree trunk and I struggle to grab hold of it. Then I am caught up in the spin cycle again. Round and round and round I go, scraping against walls and steps and sun-beds and broken bottles; I cannot possibly survive this! https://padlet.com/jacquiheath/6ql1zg05c0xjswgk/wish/564457200 2020-05-11 10:27:47 UTC https://padlet.com/jacquiheath/6ql1zg05c0xjswgk/wish/564457200